I had Random.org select a % and it selected 33%.
I head back to my room and the girls are all quiet.
My sheets are in the hallway again. But this time there are holes cut in them; my flat sheet is a slice of Swiss cheese. Someone must have heard me talking to Winters. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is who else has a knife in here beside me.
I let Random.org select a page for me, and after some tries, I settled on the last option, page 25.
The next morning Crafty awoke to see the dawn light pink against the pointy window of his little room. He didn’t rush to get out of bed – he was still thinking about his childhood. Tears came into his eyes as, once again, he pictured his mother kneeling on the cold flags and weeping.
My boyfriend could pick today, and he decided on page 260 (funnily I was looking at pages quite close to that, 256 to be exact, before I decided to just ask him).
“At least you won’t be able to send any regrettable texts.” I scrunched up my face as he set his ancient phone down on my coffee table. “Are you really, really sure you’re going to be able to sleep out here?” I couldn’t see how he was going to fit his long legs on that tiny IKEA loveseat.
I had my fiance pick a % and he decided on 42% (ohh, nicely done darling).
I left the car running, the door open, and the headlights on. I stalked twoard her down the street, not once taking my eyes of her. I stopped just shy of bumping into her. I was so close she had to tilt her head all the way back to look up at me.
I said not one word when I reached out and relieved her of the bag and dropped it on the road beside me. Even in the darkness, I coudl see how pale her cheeks were, how her lower lip trembled just slightly from the cold.
I had random.org select a %, it went for 9%. Though I feel it may not be all too correct on my kindle, as 9% is the prologue, but eh. shrugs I like this part.
I go to school during the day, and at night I cast off my secret identity to become LadyConstellation, creator of one of the internet’s most popular webcomics, Monsterous Sea, and fearless mother of a fandom. My superpower is the ability to draw for hours without realizing what time it is or that I haven’t eaten in too long. I succeed in disappearing in my disguise, and I excel at standing out in my true form.
I let random.org select a % and it decided on 18%.
“Who are the Darkfells?” Stephen’s mother asked.
“They’re an old, noble magical family.” Madame Veronika shrugged. “Respectable. Their patriarch Eddard Darkfell, managed to obtain the clockwork sundial, which in turn allowed him to amass a vast collection of magic items by traveling through time. He only stopped when a paradox threatened the family.”
I had Random.org select a page for me, and it picked… page 148.
Harley glanced between Ivy and Selina, the former still grimacing at Shrike’s body. “To do what?”
Selina ticked the items off on a gloved hand. “Robbery, mayhem, notoriety… What else could a girl want?”
Harley tossed the black-tipped braid over her shoulder. “Ivy said you could get the Joker out of Arkham.”
I had random.org select a page today, and eventually I picked one from the 4 it selected, namely page 68.
But nothing is normal now. I’m in the middle of the biggest lie I ever told. If my Fairy Godmother appeared right now and granted me a gazillion wishes, a talent show is the last thing I’d wish for. Why can’t I have a Fairy Godmother?
Today is 8-11, so I turned that around and picked a fun teaser from page 118.
‘Ladies and gentlemen! Dad called over the chitter-chatter.
‘And tooth fairieth!’ the Molar Sisters piped up.
‘EVERYONE!’ Dad yelled, cutting off the rest of the crowd before anyone else could join in. ‘It is with happiness in my haunches and armfuls of Trogmanay cheer that I’d like to welcome you all to our summery… ermm… wintery trog-hog feats.’